I just can't sit back and wallow, In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow.
The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
Well, I'm working all the time to stay out of trouble!
I had too much Nyquil and Vivarin again. Lost my stomach all over the place.
I like it when people talk s**t. Because if people weren't talking s**t, there would be nothing for me to come back with. I need that. If I don't have any ammo, what am I going to say?